OOC:Sorry for my lack of posting, I've had horrible internet problems for the past week and a half. Hope Night was okay to show up. :3  Night tipped her head to the sky and attempt to howl again. She didn't like to do it near other wolves, for fear er song wouldn't be good enough. It was a soft puppy mew that had yet to develop into a true soul call. Like always the sable girl was cold as the terrain around her, oblivious to the painful chill that the tempature should inflict on her. She had no idea of pain, or death. Night remembered Conor trying to tell her not to cave the sight of the blood, the red that splashed from her skin when ever her fangs sank into it. She had walked over these lands for the past few weeks. Sniffing out the area learning her home. When ever she thought of this place warmth spread into her heart and made in pound while an excitment pulsed through her veins. Her ears fell back against her skull as she closed her blue orbs and enjoyed the feeling of the wind lifting up and traveling over her face and body. For four months she was almost 50 pounds her paws still large and akward against her puppy body. It wouldn't be long before she was five months, before she would be closer to an adult. The sounds of other wolves moving around not far from where she stood made her ears jack forwards again. She had yet to see many of her pack members, she almost felt the need to turn away from the occasion. Then there was that addiction to the warmth and sight of blood that made her put a paw forward sable body. Azure eyes couldn't see the wolves she knew were here. Jogging forwards she broke into a lope the warmth she had felt only a few minutes ago had vanished. The thames girl craved more. Ducking through the undergrowth the black girl came into their group of wolves. The sight of Conor started her heart into a fast beat. She kept her distance, the warmth he caused in her was one she didn't understand and it actually caused a shyness in her she didn't understand. She kept to the out skirts of the group watching the chocolate male with a hard cold gave. Her azure eyes couldn't seem to break from his own blue mirrors. Where as his were filled with something, something Night felt but didn't not know. Her own were empty, ignorant to physical pain, or worry, but ignorant to life as well. Her sword was double sided and the other end was cutting her own life away from her.
She sat down and made not noise, the warmth Conor caused left her alone as long as she didn't look at him. She was happy being invisible as long as she could watch them all and understand their intent. Lifting her chin she watched with an emotionless face. Big for her age, but still only a puppy among grown wolves. She didn't know fear, it was to her disadvantage, but Night Thames would never know that. |
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